In Salt Lake's realm where mountains tower,
Mark Harlan reigns with crimson power.
A leader bold, with vision grand,
Yet gripes slip free from his command.

The Utes stride forth, his plans unfold,
Through gridiron clashes, tales retold.
But when BYU steals victory’s cheer,
He whines aloud for all to hear.

“Oh, Cougars cruel, you haunt my days,
Your wins unravel my perfect plays!”
A Texas soul, now Utah’s guide,
Mourns losses deep, with wounded pride.

The Big 12’s call, he likes it not,
A conference shift, a bitter plot.
“This league,” he grumbles, “tests my will,
I’d rather rule Pac-12’s old thrill.”

Still fans unite, their spirits roar,
For Harlan’s heart, though bruised, they soar.
A legacy carved, through moans and might,
Mark Harlan leads the Utes’ red fight.